Rath- Here's another ficcy. Hope you enjoy it. Have fun!

Set- *bows* Yes, "have fun" reading this little piece of angst.

Rath- ^_^ Er, yes, about as much as you can reading something that is categorized into angst… This is Honda speaking, by the way. And yes, I do know that his sister is older than him, but hell, what ever, I changed it. *shrug* I don't really care. I couldn't get all the things down that I wanted to w/ Joey and Serenity or Kaiba and Mokuba that I wanted to, and we don't know a lot about Honda, so it doesn't really matter.

-We no own Yu-gi-oh-


I'm unsure of my life. Everything in it and it itself. It constantly makes me wonder of everything I have done, have been, am, will be and will do. I've heard of fairytales and their stupid belief in good and magic. It's pointless. Life is reality and nothing is like the fairytales.

So far, life has been favoring me. I have a home, my sister, family, dog, food and friends. There is nothing I lack in the physical world. I have what humans need to survive. Water, nutrition, shelter and companionship. From the outside my life could very well be "perfect." Nothing seems to shake my nerves too often or too dramatically; I am taken care of. But, the last of the four necessities of life has driven my mind to the edge of sanity. Forced me to think, and ponder and wonder what it is truly about…

Companionship. Do we truly need such a thing in our lives? I don't see why… I have been raised to see it as obsolete, worthless, and weak. "Be prepared to drop everyone in your life if needed," "Never trust anyone," "Me, myself and I." are the phrases I have been grown on. I never knew quite why… But, everyone in my family shares the same opinion. It's so confusing to me, as a dissonance measure floating amidst the entire masterpiece of harmonic notes, fluttering on the pages and in the air.

We are taught to never judge, believe in equality, and care for humanity and so much more that makes us "good" people. But, who would be the victim of our complex jest? Are they the others of the world, or us ourselves? We all have a dark side, it has been told, developing, as we grow older, being fond of revenge, ruthlessness and hate. My family seems to be the master of the darkness that seems to linger of the souls of mankind… True, we show compassion and care for one another, but even then, only to an extent.

I am cold, I will admit. I am rude, cruel and don't like to open up, show the little emotion I seem to have. I have no large path-marker in my life that would make me the way I am. I am just like this because of the way I am. I do not care for others as I let on, but there is an exception. Let me show you.

There is a story of two sides. Deep inside, rooted to once beating hearts are tragedy and depression, neglect, betrayal, anger and madness. They all have seen death, bombs of explosions and angst, the suffering of others in the ocean of lost and forgotten hope. The once beating hearts stopped and hardened so nothing could penetrate them.

Time wore on, and fate had its fun with their lives, teasing and clawing at their emotion, slowing giving up… Not caring any more, seeing that they were no longer human, it was pointless. Even fate itself felt lost when in their company, as it could not affect them as other lives he could. They did not believe in fate, said they were independent, they ruled their own lives. And the stoic humans were right that fate had no power of them. Each plan devised by him would be burned and graced the wind with its ashes.

They had lost emotion, now stoic and impenetrable. The masterpiece that now played around them was gone, turning from happy dances, to funeral marches then fading into dead silence.

They had discovered that emotion will lead to pain, and pain is never wanted by anyone. Even the shadows cower at the light that comes to haunt the nightmares themselves. They went on to lead lives, not caring of whether they were doomed to roam this Earth alone. Then, one deep pensive thought came to the future and fate. The two sides met, and the hearts seemed to melt and the still heart moved again, fresh and new. They had seemed perfect for each other, not in a balanced form, but in that they could connect and feel for each other, know that loneliness of not the only state of being. They joined in "eternal" union, if that is what it would be called… They had born a child, years later. Started a new life, one that would forever be happy, unlike their own dark sides that were buried deep with in.

But, there was a mistake they over looked, everyone had over looked, future, fate and the two sides. This new child, was not what it had seemed, from the beginning it seemed dead. He never talked and was at times gravely quiet. He was not yet tainted or touched by the outside world and yet he still knew revenge, anguish and hate. He did not cringe at death, at the suffering of others. And all this seemed to come from within him. Fear came that their new child would turn demonic and stoic as they had been.

They tried their hardest to make it remain innocent, be unharmed by the world. But the apple never falls far from the tree. The child knew already, it couldn't not know. All that was in the world was still in the parents, and passed to the child. He was the ultimate form of them. All of their aspects combined the bearer of what they had created. Though, a new one, reborn into another life, stronger than the two halves that had created it.

As he grew, he was still not completely emotionless; he still felt sadness and pain, joy and love. But, he watched his parents, and his instinct told him, they were hiding their dark sides. Trying to keep them down. He did the same. But, soon the halves began to dislike each other again, being disgusted with each others' coldness and unwilling to show compassion even a but any more. They both decided that emotion was useless in general and was not worth their time. The boy did the same. It was what his instinct told him in the first place but he was hesitant. But now that his role models had done it, he decided it was what he needed to do, so he did.

They were all cold. They didn't care now. They would live and continue to move on. Death was not wanted; it caused more trouble than needed. But since all had at one time experienced some love, some form of caring, from a parent or partner, the hearts within them beat, faintly, almost lost in shadows. They all cared for one another.

But a true breaker of the ice was when another was born. But this child was different. It was a star in the cloudy sky. It was not like the rest of its kin. It was happy, no dark side to be seen with in it. It was innocence and pure happiness. It was an actual child of the light. She was the Light. It shared nothing in common with the darkness that surrounded it. The hearts beat faster now, almost to the pace at which a normal human's would. This child was one they all loved.

But, the child was also pitied as much as it was loved. To be over-whelmed with harsh Shadows was hard for the Light. Yet, it kept shining and did not give in to being swallowed by the Eclipse the blocked the Sun. She still shone brightly. That is why the Shadows loved her. He brother loved her as best as he could, but he could not go past his initial instinct, what he had grown with, what his genetic code said and what he had been all his life. He tried his hardest and loved her beyond what he was.

She was the one exception to his heart. She was the one who lived in his heart that held room for only one. The Shadow knew that he would always protect his dear sister and never let her be like him. He took it upon himself, seeing his parents do the same to him. He loved no one else, nor did he care to love anyone else. Though he loved his sibling, he often hated it. He felt as though everyone else would harm her to get to him. It made him feel weak, vulnerable. But, he still cared for her and was protective of her, making sure she was never hurt.

But, he could not protect her from himself. He would often be harsh as a brother would. He still did not know how to be gentle. But he tried and tried. One day, he said something. He forgot what it was, as he banished it from all memory. But she cried. She had always cried, but never as this. It was the tears that were from her own beating heart, her own heart that streamed of light and joy. He felt horrible. But he could not comfort her as best as he though he should be able to. He felt dead again, that the only person he liked in the world would hate him. He knew she did not truly hate him and usually words were empty to him, but this time. He felt a pang. A stab to the chest caused his own heart to weep truly. He felt like his soul had left his body. He was now hollow.

Of all the punishments he has ever had, this was the true hell.

He wanted to cry he wanted to cry so badly… He let two tears drop, one from each eye, one from each of his heart, one from each side of his brain, one from each his parents. He cried despite his programming, despite what he was raised to do. But after that, he stopped. He wanted to set a good role for her, even then, even when he himself needed to curl and be comforted by some one other than the shadows of his soul and the darkness of night.

He still loved his sister, but he grew secluded and stayed away from her emotionally. He still played with her and let smile fall on his face, but they never seemed to be as happy as hers, never as happy as happiness should be. The incident of tears traumatized him and left him scared. Years passed with him still like that. Yet, instead of reversing the ice, it made it grow harder. He grew harsher to protect himself. He didn't want to show her that he was weak. He promised that he would show her he was strong and she could be stronger than anything in the world too. But, he couldn't help but feel emotion. He felt so sad that he couldn't be the big brother she deserves; a light brother.

He lay there one night, feeling like hell itself. He still felt empty, like nothing was there. But, he was also satisfied with this feeling. He wanted no emotion, nothing to slow him down. But the question was was not having emotion truly slowing him down? Which one? Which was to slow him down in this life? Which one…? He was deep in though, he could not hear the little footsteps coming inside.

"Big brother?" A voice asked.

"What?" He snapped, he did not wish to speak to anyone but himself.

" Why are you crying?" The Light asked the Shadow.

" I'm not!" Shadow snapped at her, angry that she would accuse him of such a weak action.

" Its okay to cry…" She reassured him. She stood in front of him and strained to see his face, but could not through the darkness.

" No, its not." He stated firmly, though too roughly, making her whine. He sighed and frowned at himself, thinking how idiotic he was to be so harsh to such a delicate creature.

" Have you ever cried?" Silence hung in the air for a moment before the answer came.

" N-no…" Shadow wavered though, still hiding his pained eyes in the shadows as he always had done.

" What if you got hurt?" She inquired.

" I don't cry! Now stop asking! Leave me be!" He yelled, coming into the light. His emotion was left out and vulnerable. She could clearly see that.

" Okay. Do you love me?" She said, pushing his nerves unconsciously.

" Yes. I though you knew that… I will ever love you…" He said, this time the pain immense. He didn't know that she didn't know that he loved her.

" Good. Cause other wise, I'd have to beat you up! Love you!" She laughed and punched him in the arm as she left to sleep. He frowned at the punch but smiled at the last thing she had said.

This is my fairytale ending. The one that I thought was full of bullshit. And now I know its true. Each person has a light to follow. And I now know who mine is.

Rath- Yes. I know. More sibling stuff. ^_^() I couldn't help myself.

Set- Damn that thing was long…

Rath- I know… Oh, and also the new Mokuba and Seto thing is under works! It'll be coming soon, promise! Well, alright. Thankies! Please review! Ja ne.

Set- Later.